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Reminiscent of a Butterfly




Alden carefully glanced around at the store’s numerous treasures. He couldn’t resist the idea of adding one to his guilty pleasure of a hobby. The brunette walked in silence, his head turning with the sound of a familiar strum. 

"This is a weird guitar," the teen commented, peeking his interest much higher. 

Alden walked over to the two teenagers, “may I?" With a casual shrug of the shoulders, he was handed the instrument, "it’s called a bouzouki—a Greek tetrachordo to be more exact,” he hadn’t handled one since coming to Japan. He strummed it lightly at first, “there are ones that have six strings like guitars but these instruments are divided into pairs, so the name refers to four courses or pairs, instead of eight individual strings,” he couldn’t help but get a little carried away with the expanding tune. It was a Greek instrument, you couldn’t go small with it, “and these have more metallic sounds than if you were to get an Irish bouzouki.

Akasha had been shopping around while Mana was at daycare. She happened to walk into one, lured by the sound of music and saw an interesting man playing a rather bizarre instrument. Her curiosity peaked, and she walked over. He seemed to be enjoying himself, and Akasha decided to listen to that strumming more.

"You play well." she commented. "I think I like this instrument."

While the two teens impressed by his knowledge about the instrument as well as his ability to play seamlessly, it appeared he got someone else to stop and listen. Other voices always awoke him from the trance playing gave him, “thank you, it’s been a while since I have played this particular instrument," he seemed to speak through his plaid scarf. 

He observed the fine details of the bouzouki, “it’s a very nice stringed medium to get into, especially if you want to look outside of something more common like guitars," much to his embarrassment he had a few guitars in his collection, which only grew worse with the creeping thought of buying this instrument as well. Damn, he knew he should’ve brought more than one of his toys. 

Do, you play something?


Dunno if I want a cute “out of whateves” tag too…

What do you guys think?


glaciale-mercurium replied to your post:OOC: Happy birthday! I hope you enjoy it~!

OOC: Oops! haha, I should have paid attention better, sorry! But nonetheless, I’m glad you enjoyed it. Have fun with being 21. :D

Naw, it’s coo’ I don’t mention my birthday much anyways nor do I really know anyone else’s haha. 

I’ll try not to black out too much hahahaha

glaciale-mercurium: OOC: Happy birthday! I hope you enjoy it~!

OOC: Thank you~! I really did Birthdaywasyesterdayhaha! And I think I finally came into terms with turning 21. 

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afterlifesoldier: Now go study!


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Tag game: Characters who share the same personality type as you.

If you don’t know your personality type, take the test here.

Rules: Find out what characters share the same personality type as you here and list the characters that you find relevant below. Then tag five friends and let them know you tagged them!

Type: INTJ (Mastermind) 

Jafar from Aladdin (….)
Bruce Wayne and Scarecrow from Batman
Ciel Phantomhive from Black Butler 
Louise Belcher from Bob’s Burgers (eeeeyyyy)
Huey Freeman from Boondocks (another one of my favorite characters)
Lelouch vi Britannia from Code Geass (I have a poster of him in front of my computie hahaha)
Numbuh 1 from Codename: Kids Next Door
Light Yagami and Near from Death Note (another favorite and the guy that beats him hurm…)
Edd from Ed, Edd, and Eddy (So many of my favorite characters)
Rei Ryugazaki from Free!
Geoffrey from Fresh Prince of Bel-Air
Mandy from The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy
Dr. Ogden Wernstrom from Futurama
Severus Snape and Lord Voldemort from Harry Potter
Dr. Gregory House from House
Shere Khan from The Jungle Book
GLaDOS from Portal
Setsuna Meioh/Sailor Pluto from Sailor Moon (EEYYYYY)

….If I didn’t know any better, I think this thing is hinting that I’ll kill someone or just be a major sarcastic douche

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Can’t wait to meet you fabulous people

afterlifesoldier: hey kid [doing it for the cookie - dairy free pls]






Ammon had been separated by his parents again, something that was his fault for failing to keep up or even failing to say anything. By this point the 7 year old wasn’t afraid of being lost, but being found. A Nemesimian child didn’t belong in a place like this. Especially not alone. 

A woman’s voice called to his general direction. He turned to see if it was actually him that she was calling. 

Well she was looking at him. 

There was no “hello,” “good morning,” or even a smile accompanied by a wave, just: {Can you read sign?} It has become instilled in him to immediately ask that question to not waste anyone’s time. 

His smile grew, a big piece just for him. Although he was a little confused, a small slice of green tea? Isn’t tea made for drinking? Do they pour the tea into the cake batter? Is it still tea by that point? 

The child waited for their cakes as he peered at the server who seemed to go too slow for such a simple job. His hands now away from Setsuna’s seemed attached to each other as he subconsciously messed with and touched his fingers. 

When the cakes were brought out, two things came to pass through his mind: one, CAKE. Two, hers is GREEN. Alden tapped on her shoulder. {Is it old?} Maybe they gave her a moldy cake? 

She chuckled softly, patting his head delicately. “It’s not old, dear. It’s green because it’s made of matcha, of green tea. Like the one we drink, you see?”

Setsuna smiled affectionately at the curious little boy. There was so much he didn’t seem to know. Almost as if he didn’t…belong there?

"Why don’t you try a bite? I promise it’s fresh and delicious." She took a bite for herself. "Hmm! Delicious!"

Matcha? What’s matcha? How do you spell it? The silent child tried to somehow envision the word in his head so he could ask. But more than a few seconds passed, meaning that he waited too long and it would be rude to try by this point. Instead he just nodded in understanding. 

A bite? Trying two cakes? He was really getting spoiled today. The eager child waited until after Setsuna’s bite before trying to get his small taste. Upon putting it in his mouth and letting the flavor sink in, he wrinkled his nose as his face became a little scrunched up. 

That was all he was going to have. 

Luckily his strawberry cake was much more to his liking. It took a moment or two to get rid of the green tea taste, but he really loved the chocolate and strawberry combo going on in his mouth. After two bites he grabbed the rounded off knife and handed it to Setsuna, {can you cut a piece for me?}

Setsuna giggled softly. “Not your favorite, huh? You made the same face I make when I have eggplant.” She playfully teased him, eating her cake with joy. She loved anything that tasted like green tea.

"Of course, dear." She took  this knife and proceeded with the request, cutting the cake for him. "So tell me, Alden-chan, do you go to school around here?"

He shook his head. No, it wasn’t. The child’s head perked up, eggplant? There are plants that lay eggs? Or are they eggs that produce plants? Or is it an Earth human’s way of saying ‘seeds?’ He had too many questions going on in that head of his. {What do egg plants look like?}

{Thank you.} He took another bite from the smaller piece before nodding his head. {I just started my first class a few days ago. I like my interpreter so far.}

flowersforcerecere: The eighteen year old girl found herself wandering around the neighborhood with a flower in hand. She had just seen her. Nehelenia. The flowers told her she had returned and now CereCere found herself wandering around without knowing what to do, or how to help her sisters cope with the information. Without paying attention, she ended up bumping against someone. "I'm so sorry!" She quickly apologized.




Alden was out and about all day, trying to get himself properly situated in Tokyo. Today he had spent the better part of the day to learning where to get his certification and what was required to at the very least start subbing in a High School. 

He took it upon himself to take a break from all the searching and general busyness to pick up his bouzouki to play outside. The black case slung across his back as he looked for an area that wasn’t overly crowded. 

Unsurprising for him, somewhere along the process he was bumped into by one of those who were trotting along in their own world. The shorter teen pushing him back slightly. At least she was sorry as soon as it happened. 

It’s alright,” it wasn’t like anything was toppled over, “I can tell you weren’t all that here.


Once she made the choice to go on with her story, he walked a step ahead of her to the bench although sat last to take off the case from his back. The black case was placed next to him as he looked to the pink haired girl. 

Alden has heard things about these strange Earth entertainment theaters known as the circus. Supposedly animals and people were part of the show in order to impress the audience, but he’s never heard that there was ever any powers involved with the practice. 

How? If you don’t mind me asking.

"For starters, the old woman who took care of us became really mean and… different, physically." She frowned.

"Everything felt different…animals…took the form of people…people became…brainwashed…" She shook her head. "You don’t believe me, do you? I promise you it’s true, yes I do."

As he listened on, his brows furrowed a little. This definitely sounded troubling. He fixed a wrinkle on his shirt, “I have no reason to believe you would lie if that helps." He gave an open palm gesture, allowing her to go on if she wished.